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Hey babe, remember this? Well-

Is this shit recording yet?

[munsoner]

Dont imagine Eddie leaving hickeys all over your neck without realising it cause he was too wrapped up in the fact that you were in bed with him

oh my god tim tam yes of course

he's definitely inside you, his cock softening from cumming, and he's kissing hard at your neck, using his teeth and tongue to mark you up, and you're so blissed out that you don't even think to scold him for leaving marks

when he finally pulls out he's still trying to kiss your neck and hold you close, but you tell him that you need to go take a shower bc the mess you both made starts to dry up, and of course he whines and bites your neck "you're stayin right here"

"eddie! c'mon, i'll be right back, i just need a washcloth"

and as you pass his mirror you see your neck, red and purple all over from his biting and kissing and sucking, and you touch them and feel them already tender, but you can't even get mad at him because they litter out down to your tits and behind your ear and it's such a beautiful sight "damn, eddie, it looks like you mauled me"

and he looks up and laughs "oops"

[munsoner]

carol, I can’t stop thinking about the hint of Baby, As If steve you gave us 👀 something about him riding a motorcycle?

oh steve harrington? on his motorcycle? bike growling through hawkins so you know when he’s coming and you better not cross him cause his daddy knows the judge. can flip his money three ways, knows his way around a switch blade. good, tasteful half sleeve, one calf covered in ink. making cash from multiple streams, popular on OF — known in the biz has ‘hung harrington’. he’s not worried about it affecting a future job, like we said, his daddy knows the judge. and he’s flush with cash. wether it be blackmailing senators who buy designer drugs from him or his flow from the stock market, you’re not wanting for anything — especially not his time. he always wants to be with you, tell you how good you look, how happy you make him, how he hopes he makes you happy.

but like all good things, not everything is as it seems.

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Made this post earlier and had to doodle it lol

[munsoner]

ok, you and eddie hate fucking until he cums inside you, but then he just keeps hate fucking you, right through the throbbing sensitivity and pain, out of spite, until he cums again

#👀 #eddie #n/s/f/w

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[munsoner]

Steve Harrington morning sex 🤔🥵 PLEASE

18+

Sunday mornings were slow and sun filled. Soft with early morning light, summer barely starting, the light that snuck in through the gap in the curtains apricot coloured, pink clouds in the sky making everything hazy.

Sunday mornings were kisses on the back of your neck, sheets tangled around your legs, Steve’s chest to your spine. Bare skin, sleep warmed, hair mussed, the boy’s stubble scratching nice along your shoulders.

You hummed, cheek tilting into the pillow to let him at your neck, to kiss and nip and nose along your jaw, an open mouth press to your pulse point until he felt it kick up under his lips. You didn’t talk, you didn’t need to. Neither did Steve, but he wrapped his arm around you pulled you closer, big hand spanning over the soft of your stomach until you lifted one leg over his and let him cup your cunt.

You were already slick, wetness still there from the night before, his kisses and the hard length of his cock helping things move along quicker than you’d like to admit. Four years you’d woken up like this and every morning felt like the first. Steve nosed at your cheek, pressing flush against you as you heard him sigh, fingers swiping through your folds so he could push barely there circles into your clit. You whined, felt him smile, tilted your ass back into his hips and silently begged for more.

But Sunday mornings were for teasing. Slow sex, long build ups, toothpaste kisses and breakfast in bed afterwards. So Steve tutted, took his hand away from where you wanted him most only to hitch your leg higher over his own. He kept you spread open like that and got back to work, cooing when your head lolled to the side and you buried your face and moaned into your pillow. Your sounds only got louder when he curled tro fingers inside of you, whispering filth about how warm and wet you were, how tight you were, how he was gonna fill you up and fuck you nice and slow.

You were almost at begging point when he finally gave in and slipped his cock inside of you, hissing at the clutch you had around him, one hand under your thigh as he fucked you from behind, both of you still laying side by side. The other found yours and he pinned it to the mattress above your head, hooked his chin over your shoulder and kissed your cheek, talking soft and dirty still, a constant babble that made your head spin.

“Look at you,” Steve whispered and he sounded reverent, he sounded wrecked. “So fuckin’ pretty, you gonna touch yourself for me? Yeah? C’mon, honey, play with that pretty clit, bet she’s lonely, lemme watch you.”

So you did as you were told and dropped your hand to the space between your thighs, gasping at how soaked you were, needy fingers fumbling over the slick skin until you got the rhythm you wanted. And when you sped up a little, tiny circles growing messier and faster, Steve matched your pace.

“That’s it,” he groaned into your ear, pulling back only to slam into you again and again, the sound of skin slapping together just masking your cries. “Fuck, baby, that’s so hot, you gonna come? I know you’re close, can feel you - fuck - squeezin’ me.”

You came hard, gasping, chest heaving, clawing at the boy where you could, your hand reaching back to grab at his hair and Steve followed suit, sucking a bruise into your neck as he came, muffling his groans. And when you both finally caught your breath, you huffed out a laugh, grinning when Steve pulled you into him, kissing where he could across your cheeks and chin.

“Good morning to you too,” you managed between kisses and the boy could only hum back, a pleased noise that you swallowed up and kept for yourself.

….

[munsoner]

guys, dudes

[munsoner]

Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2: Unlocked: FULL SPOILERS Official After Show

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okay so you kissed eddie. or eddie kissed you? you can’t remember much aside from the lingering clouds of cigarette smoke curling around his fingers and the taste of him in your mouth, on your tongue. but it happened, and it happened again and you’re a thing? sort of? you haven’t gone further than kissing, too nervous yet to be truthful that you needed a hand in your hair, at your throat, spit in your mouth (his hands, his mouth)

but youve always been comfortable around eddie - can’t help it when he tucks your hair behind your ear, or stacks his rings on your fingers while you talk, and neither of you really recognise or care about the social boundaries about talking about sex, so when he’s walking you to english lit with his arm over your shoulders and youre talking about anatomy and reproduction after your biology class, he’s laughing as you argue that the afab orgasm is not easier to reach, thank you very much, but he shuts up when you mention that you should know because nobody else has ever made you come. his silence makes you smile, watching his brows crease as he processes the new information.

“you - what? but what about the guy from that club, you two hooked up? a few times??”

“yeah, sex can be more than just reaching a climax, but he definitely didn’t know his way around a pussy. kept rubbing at my thigh.”

eddie cringes, pulls you to the side of the corridor away from the rush of students. lowers his voice and ducks his head. “you’re serious?”

he’s staring at you, breathing a little heavier than you remember, eyes dilated. you squeeze your thighs together to try to contain the heat in your stomach.

you nod at him, smile growing as he screws his face up, knocking his fist against a locker. “nuh uh, sweetheart, that’s cheating! you really expect me to leave you alone till after class? darlin’ i’m not even sure i could make it to the truck right now.”

his voice is strained, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your underwear as he clenches his fists again. when he speaks, he’s inches from your face, hot breath hitting your checks.

“tonight, eh? i’ll show you how easy it can be. c’mon baby, you want that?”

he’s boxing you in against the lockers, and you’re shaking, and the bell rings just as you’re gasping out “yes, eddie, please!”

he walks you the rest of the way to class in silence, both of you too worked up to risk even looking at each other at risk of skipping class for more enjoyable activities.

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #should i make a part 2? #leo writes

[munsoner]

Oh boy, what if reader flashed steve? Sounds fun

18+

You’d been winding the boy up all day. Both of you laughing, Steve exasperated and amused by you, the afternoon leaking into the evening as you both spent the day at a lake out of town. You were both sunburnt, tired from being in the heat all day, lazy with your affection, asking for kisses in exchange for a beer, hair smelling like campfire smoke and lake water.

You kept up your silly behaviour all the way to the car, slapping Steve’s ass as you walked through the shaded forest, squealing when he grabbed at your waist, spinning you despite the heavy rucksack he carried too. He was all smirk and idle threats, telling you that you were a menace, a brat and, hadn’t you had enough attention today?

‘Never,’ you’d told him with a pout, stopping him by the parking lot entrance to fist his cotton T-shirt in your hand, pulling him down to you for another kiss. He didn’t resist.

The lot was empty when you reached the BMW, twilight setting in, fireflies in the bushes nearby, insects buzzing in the shadows. You waited until you rounded the car, the maroon hood between you and the boy, Steve looking too pretty, too cocky as he stared back at you, knowing that you wouldn’t last two minutes in his house before he had you in his bed.

Fuck, you knew that too. But you decided to test his patience regardless.

You slid your hands up your T-shirt, damp with water and sticky with leftover sunscreen, hooking your thumbs under the hem of the cherry red bikini you’d worn for most of the day. You grinned, raising your eyebrows at the boy.

“Hey, Steve.”

He looked over at the same time you lifted both your shirt and the swimsuit, flashing him your tits as well as a proud smile. He dropped the car keys, lost in the gravel and the dark shadows, his jaw falling slack and his eyes going that familiar hazy way.

“Fuck, babe, you can’t do that,” he was almost whining, his hip colliding with the front of the car as he made his way round to you, hands already outstretched.

You laughed, letting the material drop as you backed out of his reach, playful and teasing, even still. You pouted, watching him as you stumbled backwards, knowing he’d catch you when he wanted to. “Why not?” You asked.

His hands found your hips, smoothing up to the dip at your waist, rough palms under your shirt as he managed to back you against the side of the car. It was warm from sitting in the sun all day, but Steve still felt hotter.

“Cause they’re for me,” the boy huffed and you burst out a laugh, a bright, sharp noise that had him grinning. He nosed his way into the crook of your neck, delighting in your squeal when he grazed his teeth over your pulse point. “You tryin’ to make me act up?”

You hummed, grinning, pleased with yourself as you wound your arms around his neck. You tugged at his hair - wild from the water and the wind and the way you’d been playing with it all day - asking him to let you look at him. When he emerged, he was pink in the face, pupils blown wide and looking full of bad ideas.

He was sinful to look at.

“If I say yes,” you whispered, feeling brave, chin tilted up so you act all defiant for himself, “will I get in trouble?”

You didn’t make it to Steve’s bed. In fact, you didn’t even make it home. He didn’t even get you in the back seat.

You were bold but Steve was bolder, smiling when he dragged you to the back of the car, taking a few seconds to look around the parking lot, making sure it was really as empty as it seemed. He bent you over the trunk then, skirt flipped up and bikini bottoms pulled to the side, fingers curling into you until you were moaning over the back windscreen, palm prints over the paintwork.

Steve fucked you like that, hips rolling slow and deep, a flush press of them against your ass as he teased and whispered to you, asking if you liked showing off for him, if you liked getting him all worked up for you, if it was worth it?

You said yes to every question, the word choked out on sobs and hiccups, ‘cause the boy didn’t let up on that slow, dirty pace. He made you come, spilling into you soon after, hips stuttering until he couldn’t help but slam into you, one hand circling your clit for you, the other pushing down between your shoulders so you stayed pressed against the back of his car for him, back arched, ass popped out all pretty.

You took to flashing your boyfriend a lot after that, both of you playing a filthy game of chicken, always seeing who could get away with being the most daring.

….

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okay but what if you have a bad nightmare about some unpleasant past memories and your hand is already reaching for your phone as you wake up, opening eddie’s contact and dialling his number. it’s 3am, and there’s nothing you hate more than feeling weak or vulnerable, but hearing his sleep-rough “hello? baby? you okay?” through your phone speakers works to ease the tension in your body, the tears in your eyes spilling as you shake your head. obviously he can’t see you, but he knows your silence means you need comfort, strong arms wrapped around you, eddie. “i’m on my way, sweetheart - be there in five, i promise.”you can hear the jingle of his keys as he locks up the trailer, van starting up the van. you clear your throat, not quite whispering but close to it, “thank you, eds, i’m sorry to get you out of bed”he cuts you off with a loud “nuh uh!” and you smile, already knowing he hates when you apologise for being upset. “what do i always tell you? anytime, day or night, isn’t that right?”

the silence that falls between you as he drives is easy, familiar and comfortable, and you can feel the ball of fear and anxiety in your chest loosening a little at the sound of him humming along to the radio, phone on speaker in his lap. it’s barely 5 minutes later that you hear him pull up outside your apartment block, listening to him park the car and grab his keys before heading to your door to let himself in with your spare key. your bedroom door cracks open, revealing eddie in a loose tank top and sweats, hair pulled up into some semblance of a bun on top of his head, smiling softly at you. he steps forward, lifting your duvet so he can slide in, turning you on your side so he can fit his knees behind your thighs, his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder. he’s entirely curled around you, and this is what you needed. he wipes your tears, plays with your hair, and doesn’t say anything until your breathing has evened out, the last of the tension draining from you into the mattress below you both.

“there’s my pretty girl, hm? you okay, baby?”

you crack into a smile and move to cover your face with your hands but he’s already holding your wrists to your chest, shaking his head and laughing. “nope, no hiding that beautiful face! c’mon angel, we both know you’re the hottest girl in hawkins, lemme see!” and you twist around to cup his hands in your face, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “nah eddie, you’re the prettiest girl in hawkins” he rolls his eyes, but leans in to kiss you all the same, and you forget all about your nightmare

#edddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson rp #eddie munson/reader #leo writes

[munsoner]

Please may I request risky sex with Eddie, having to be quick and quiet because anyone could walk in at any time

18+

“You gonna stay quiet?”

You nodded, lips pressed together as you stared up at the boy, doe eyed and itching with impatience. Eddie grinned, smug and sweet, clicking his tongue and squinting at you.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered, pressing his fingers back into you - two, thick and slick with you - hooking them upwards until he made your jaw fall slack. “Needy baby can’t keep her sounds in, can you? You’re always so noisy for me.”

You blew out a breath and let your head fall back, tipped to the mirror, shoulders pressed to the cold tiles and Eddie laughed, soft and quiet. He pumped his fingers slowly, dragging them in and out of your cunt until you whimpered. You grabbed at his wrist, nails biting at his skin, eyes fluttering shut as if that would help you handle it better.

“Nuhuh, c’mon, sweet thing,” Eddie cooed, taunting. “Eyes open, wanna see ‘em when you come, yeah? You’re gonna come aren’t you? Can feel this pretty pussy clenchin’ on me, shit.”

You let out a garbled sound at his words, filthy and going straight to your cheeks, warming the skin there, lips parting as you sucked in a much needed breath. The bathroom felt smaller than before, nothing but the boy filling the space. You nodded, whispered out his name in a hush and let your sight fall on the locked door. The party still raged outside and you vaguely heard your name being called, Robin’s voice a blur under the music and mix of conversations through each room.

Eddie tsked, grinning wider still. He was enjoying this too much, hard dick straining against the denim of his jeans, tip of his tongue pressed to his bottom lip. “People know we’re gone, baby. You gonna make them wait, gonna make them wonder?”

“Eddie,” you whined, too loud and you pouted, pulling at his, your hands in his curls until he relented, thumb swiping over your clit in harsh circles, the way you liked it. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, m’close.”

“You gonna say please?”

You pinched his shoulder, pout falling on your lips more dramatically but your jaw fell open when the boy upped his efforts. Eddie moved fully against the sink you sat on, standing between your spread legs, coaxing them wider still, lace underwear stretching on your thighs until you heard the stitching rip. He kept his fingers pushed into you, a steady crook of his fingers, rubbing in the right spot. You felt so fucking full.

“Teddy!” You fell into him, eyes closed, face pressed to the crook of his neck to breathe him in, lips on his pulse point and it jumped in excitement when you tightened around his digits.

“That’s the spot, huh, babe? Right there?” Eddie cooed in your ear, lips pressed against your cheek, pushing open mouthed kisses to anywhere he could reach; your jaw, your ear, your temple. “That little spot that gets you goin’ all sweet for me, isn’t it? Callin’ me Teddy like you don’t know it makes me wanna fuckin’ ruin you, Christ.”

That’s all it took, cunt clenching down on him, nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders and biceps as you came, whining high and too loud. Eddie pushed you back, guiding you back against the tiles so he could watch you fall apart for him, his free hand catching your chin so he could push his thumb to your lips. You opened for him, letting the digit catch the sob you wanted to let out.

“Shhh, shhh, there you go, bite it, baby, I got you,” Eddie soothed, his thumb pressing down on the flat of your tongue, hissing in pleasure when your teeth grazed at his knuckle. “You’re fuckin’ incredible, shit.”

…

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: after a night out, you cross paths with your neighbor. against his better judgment (and yours), he shows you a good time. 

warnings: 18+ mdni! cheating (eddie is married, r is single), alcohol use, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected piv, multiple orgasms, pet names. in my head eddie is much older than r but it’s not mentioned in the fic, so imagine it however u want!

wc: 4.3k

“Thank you soooo much,” you tell your Uber driver, a woman around your age who had let you sit in the front seat and pick the music for your ride home. “I literally wouldn’t have made it here without you.” 

“Of course,” she chirps back, grinning, clearly not annoyed by your slurred words and overenthusiastic gratitude. “Get inside safe!”

You rattle off a few more words of thanks as you clamber out of the Honda, heels clicking on the gravel. A sudden gust of wind sends shivers up your spine, reminding you that it’s not technically spring yet, and your too-short skirt and spaghetti strap top aren’t doing much to protect you from the cold. In fact, they’re not doing anything at all. You walk a bit faster up your driveway, glad that you’d had the foresight to turn on the porch light before you’d left earlier. 

Entirely focused on getting your keys out of your purse, you don’t notice when your neighbor’s front door swings open, a wave of smoke preceding the confident stride of the man who lives beside you. He’s stumbling a little, too, a glass of wine sloshing in one hand as he shuts the door after himself and sinks into one of the chairs on the porch. You only notice him when you look up to fumble with your keys, unlocking the door in an imprecise, graceless motion. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system from your night out. Maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t had sex in ages, resorting instead to sliding your hand beneath your panties at night and finger-fucking yourself to sleep. Or maybe it’s a combination of both. Regardless, you catch yourself staring at your neighbor for a bit too long, eyes lingering on the dark mass of perfectly-tousled curls on his head, the glimmering rings on his thick fingers, the smoldering heat of his gaze when his eyes meet yours.

He doesn’t look away. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Hey, honey.” Dipping his head back, he takes a long swig from his overfilled glass of wine, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and flashes a crooked smile your way. “Had a good night, I assume?”

Nodding, you tug your front door open by the handle. You’re tipsy, and though alcohol typically makes you feel more confident, the benefits of the many cocktails in your system don’t make talking to your hot neighbor any easier. Anxious, you fiddle with the zipper on your purse. “It was fun, yeah.”

“But he didn’t let you stay over,” your neighbor shoots back, eyes narrowing just a bit. “Shame. You deserve better.”

“Huh? Oh - no, it wasn’t like that. I was with friends.” You lean your head against the cool metal of the front door, letting your eyes drink him in some more. He’s sitting on the porch furniture like it’s a throne, shoulders squared, legs spread. His jeans fit him well, you notice, admiring the way they emphasize the shape of his thighs beneath the denim. 

But god, he’s married.

And you’re drunk. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you tell him, smiling politely. “Goodnight, Eddie.”

It might just be a cruel trick of your imagination, but you swear he looks disappointed - if only for a moment. His expression returns to normal just as quickly, though, and then he’s responding to you from behind the rim of his wine glass. “Uh-huh. Goodnight.”

When you finally get the door shut, it’s with a relieved sigh. The tension leaves your body in waves until all you feel is the light, airy haze of your buzz. You toe off your shoes and set your purse down on the table by the door, then make your way to the kitchen for some much-needed ice water. You’re halfway through your second glass when there’s a knock at the door. 

As you set your glass onto the counter and walk back to the foyer, it occurs to you that most normal people would be startled by a knock on the door after midnight. Most normal people wouldn’t get excited by it; they certainly wouldn’t hope it’s their married neighbor knocking. 

And most normal people wouldn’t stop to look in the mirror before they answer the door, pulling their shirt down to expose more cleavage, fixing their hair and hastily reapplying a layer of lipstick. But you’re not most normal people - you know it’s him at the door, and you know this is wrong, and you still want it.

When you turn the knob and find him staring you down on the other side of the door, his brown eyes dark and stormy with desire, you feign innocence. Ignorance. 

“Hi,” you say, voice even. “Do you need something?”

“Nobody saw you dressed like this and took you back to their place?” Eddie’s voice is low and gruff as he questions you, stepping over the threshold into your home. Instinctively, you angle out of his way, letting him in without a word of protest. When you don’t move to close the door again, he pushes it shut with a flat palm, eyes never leaving yours. 

“I asked you a question.”

“No,” you blurt, shaking your head. “I was just with friends, like I told you.”

The heat of his gaze has your skin flushing with warmth as he looks you over, eyes lingering on the curve of your hips and the twin slopes of your breasts. 

Satisfaction roils through you, a white-hot stab of confidence from the way he looks at you. “Why does it matter?”

“You’d only wear something like this to get fucked,” he drawls, one large hand reaching out to grab the supple flesh of your hip. His fingertips skate over your skirt’s mesh fabric, his face still relatively expressionless while you burn from his touch alone. 

“Well, I didn’t get fucked,” you say, surprised at how well you’ve masked the shakiness of your voice. “Not that it’s any of your business.” 

Your tone evidently surprises Eddie, too. His brows pull together, an amused chuckle leaving his lips as he rubs his palm over your hip. “What an attitude,” he comments. “Always been such a sweetheart, smiling all pretty at me. Should’ve known you just needed a few drinks to bring out the brat.”

His boots are heavy against the hardwood floors as he approaches you, closing the small gap between the two of you. He smells like cigarettes and spiced cologne and that wine he’d been drinking earlier. And it suddenly dawns on you that, if he’d finished that entire glass in minutes, he’s probably just as tipsy as you are. 

That would explain why he’s crowding into your space, backing you up against the wall closest to the door, his arm snaking around your waist like he’d done this a thousand times before. Truthfully, you’re expecting him to kiss you when he leans in close; the very tip of his nose brushes against yours and your eyes fall shut of their own accord. 

But instead of his mouth on yours, you feel his lips latch onto the smooth skin of your neck. His kisses are hot, wet, open-mouthed, and a pleased sigh pushes past your lips when he pauses over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and sucks hard. Arousal pools in your gut, your thighs pressing together to relieve some of the tension between your legs as you lean into Eddie’s touch. His hands are everywhere: your hips, your ass, your tits, groping appreciatively at every inch of you he can reach. 

You should feel guilty, shouldn’t you? If only you could. Instead, all you can feel is the delicious slide of Eddie’s tongue over your pulse, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh until you’re pliant in his arms, doe-eyed and rosy-cheeked, watching him trail kisses lower, lower, lower. His lips brush the lace trim of your camisole and when he looks up at you from beneath his lashes to find that you’re already watching him, he grins salaciously. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, voice low. He leans towards you again, close enough for you to smell the wine on his breath, and your heartbeat stutters when his lips ghost over yours. “Can you show me your room?”

He kicks off his boots and you lead him down the hall, suddenly glad that you’d made your bed this morning.

Eddie’s hands are back on you as soon as you make it to the bedroom, the lamp on your nightstand providing just enough light to keep you from stumbling. He pulls your shirt over your head in one fluid motion, hands dipping behind you to unclasp your bra and work the straps from your shoulders. He’s methodical and practiced with every movement, and it makes your head spin when he gropes at your exposed tits, thumbs stroking over your pert nipples. 

“Fuuuuck,” he curses down at you, his eyes on your breasts as he kneads them carefully. “Look at you - so pretty for me.”

Eddie’s words have your cunt clenching around nothing, a shameless moan ripping from your chest when he pinches your nipples just right. You whine in protest when he moves his hands away, but you’re quickly silenced when his palm comes to rest on the back of your neck and he dips his head down to bring his lips to yours. The room seems to spin around you, though you know it’s not from the alcohol. 

Eddie tastes like smoke and wine, just as you’d expected, but beneath it all, there’s the distinctive flavor of him. And it’s addictive - you’re hooked already, melting under his commanding grip, his fingertips digging into the back of your neck. His tongue darts over your lower lip, eventually slipping into your mouth to taste more of you. Every swipe of his tongue over yours stokes the fire growing in your belly; you’re practically vibrating with arousal, your cunt fluttering every time Eddie’s hand flexes on your neck.

But then disappointment stabs through you as he finally breaks the kiss, his lips swollen and shiny with saliva, eyes clouded with need.

“Don’t look so sad, baby,” he coos down at you, “Just want you to get on your knees for me. Can you do that?”

Truth be told, you’d do just about anything he’d ask of you. You nod, sinking to your knees before him, your skirt riding up to bunch around your hips and expose the supple, doughy flesh of your thighs. Eddie even catches a glimpse at your panties - skimpy and lacy, of course. His dick twitches, and he palms himself over his jeans as you settle on your knees to peer up at him, eyes wide and round and pathetic. How can you look fucked-out when he hasn’t even fucked you yet?

Your hands smooth up Eddie’s thighs, the denim of his jeans rough and scratchy beneath your palms. It feels wrong to break eye contact, especially when he’s looking at you with such desire, so you keep your gaze fixed on him while your hands move to undo his belt, pop the top button of his jeans, and tug the zipper down. You lean closer as you work his jeans down his legs, leaving him in just the thin, tented material of his boxers. And it’s only then that you want to look away from Eddie’s face, because you can feel how big he is under your touch. You want to see it, too.

The hard outline of his cock beneath his boxers makes your mouth water, saliva pooling on your tongue as you cup his erection in your palm. You can hear Eddie’s breath hitch as he watches you; the urge to please him seizes you with dizzying strength. Leaning forward, you press your lips to the head of his cock, the thin fabric separating your skin from his darkening with his sticky pre-cum. Your tongue flits out to circle the wet patch, and Eddie groans like he’s in pain, his cock twitching desperately once more. Distantly, you hear him say something like don’t tease, but you’re too focused on the task at hand to process Eddie’s words. You rub your cheek against his erection, your eyes flickering up to meet his - he’s staring, lips parted, jaw tight. 

“Fuck, you’re a slut, aren’t you?” Eddie’s voice is low and husky, tinged with dark amusement. His fingers card through your hair and tug slightly at the roots. “Stop stalling. Wanna see you choke on my cock.”

“Mm, okay,” you murmur, a mischievous little smirk playing at your lips as you hook your thumbs behind the waistband of his underwear and tug them down to his ankles. His cock bobs up, nearly tapping his belly button, and he’s somehow perfect, his dick long and thick, flushed deep pink, his head slick with pre-cum. The room is still spinning when you open your mouth to lick a stripe up his shaft, tongue lingering when it reaches the tip of his cock. He tastes salty and heady, but it’s divine, and you lick up the evidence of his arousal until he’s straining to keep from bucking his hips forward. 

“So gorgeous on your knees,” Eddie rasps. His hand moves to grip the base of his cock; he rubs the head against your lips until you’re parting them for him, his length sinking into your mouth inch by inch. When your nose brushes up against the dark hair across his pubic bone, you inhale deeply, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He’s much larger than anyone you’ve been with before, and that’s saying a lot - the tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat, the girth of him forcing your mouth wider than you thought it could stretch. Eddie can tell that you’re trying to adjust, so he strokes at your hair idly until impatience leads him to pull his hips back, then forward again. You sputter a bit, saliva drooling from your open mouth, but you shut your eyes and keep going; your clear determination only makes him want you more. “Doing so good,” he manages to say. His hand smoothes over your hair. “Open your eyes for me, babe.”

You open your eyes, tears watering down your mascara and smearing it around your lash line. While you gaze up at him, you bob your head on his cock, your slick spit making a mess of him.

“That’s it,” Eddie encourages, a low moan rumbling in his throat. You’ve worked yourself up to a good rhythm, jaw open wide to allow you to take Eddie as far as you can. You gag each time he hits the back of your throat, but that extra constriction around his cock drives him crazy, and you want him to feel good, so you bear it. 

It certainly helps that he looks beautiful at this angle. Hair disheveled far more than usual, cheeks painted the faintest shade of pink, lips still kiss-bruised from earlier. You’re struck with a bolt of admiration for him, a fleeting sensation quickly followed by guilt - he’s married. He’s married to someone else. There’s someone else. 

As if he could sense where your mind was going, Eddie suddenly draws his hips back, gripping your hair in his fist to pull you off his cock. You clamber to your feet, nipples still exposed and achingly hard as your tits bounce with movement. Eddie pulls you in for another messy kiss, the wet sounds of your lips moving together only adding to your arousal. You’re so turned on you can hardly breathe, your slickness soaking through the flimsy fabric of your panties. Eddie moves you backwards to the bed, giving you a quiet command to lie back before he reaches down to yank his shirt off. 

He’s on you before you can process what he’s doing. Dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed, he pulls you to the edge of the mattress, wasting no time before his hands are greedily squeezing the soft, warm flesh of your thighs. He works his hands higher until he can grip the hem of your panties, working them off quickly. “Ruined,” he comments, referring to the soiled fabric as it sticks to your cunt, ribbons of your arousal stretching between the underwear and your soaked folds. You can only get out a strangled moan to acknowledge his words, body white-hot with anticipation. 

Warm puffs of Eddie’s breath trail along your inner thighs, his mouth utterly sinful when he sucks a few bruises into your sensitive skin. You’ve hardly recovered from the sight of him as you sucked his cock, but now you have a new image to burn into your memory: Eddie’s head between your legs, his pupils blown, gaze fixed up at you as he splits your folds with his tongue. Sloppy as he is, he’s methodical about this too. His tongue dips into the well of arousal pooled at your entrance, spreading the slickness upwards to your clit. Your hips jerk and twitch when his tongue prods against the bundle of nerves, which he clearly doesn’t appreciate - his hands move to slam down on your hips, forcing them back down to the mattress. He keeps them there, his fingers splayed over the sliver of your torso exposed beneath your skirt; you look away when you see his rings. One ring in particular, really.

Guilty as you should feel, it’s hard to harbor any kind of regret when Eddie’s lapping at your cunt. He’s attentive to every moan and shiver that passes through you, expertly mapping out your body - finding what you like best. And it’s maddening, how quickly he works you to the precipice of your orgasm. You’re teetering on the edge within a few short minutes, panting and gasping, fighting every urge to roll your hips down and grind against his face. 

“Oh my god,” you blurt, “Eddie, I’m - I’m gonna–”

You interrupt yourself with a sharp whine, going damn near cross-eyed when Eddie slips a thick finger into your pulsing heat. You’d imagined him fingering you like this a hundred times before, but none of your fantasies could prepare you for the way a single finger splits you apart, his index finger slipping in right after, both digits scissoring carefully in the warm wetness of your cunt. If you were close before, you’re now a babbling mess, slipping into the ecstasy of your orgasm with a strangled moan and an arched back. Eddie licks you through every wave of pleasure, his fingers stilling inside you while you spasm around him. He hums in approval when you finally come down from your high, spent and struggling to catch your breath.

“You’re so fucking messy,” Eddie says with a smirk, dragging his fingers through your folds and holding them up for you to see. Wetness shines on his fingers, your creamy spend still pooled around the dips of his rings. “You always this sloppy, baby? Or is it just for me?”

You chew at your lip. “It’s just… Just for you.”

“Knew it,” he brags. He gives your swollen clit one last kiss, then rises to climb onto the bed. You move back for him, body in the center of the plush mattress, skirt still bunched around your waist. “Look at you, holy fuck.” 

And admittedly, you must be a sight: makeup smeared, legs spread, fingers toying with your own tits as Eddie clambers over you and grabs that damn skirt of yours to finally wrench it off. The bedroom smells like sex and alcohol, the mix of your perfume and Eddie’s cologne driving you to the brink of insanity. “Please,” you beg, before you can even think of what you’re begging for.

“I know, I know,” Eddie soothes. You watch him reach down between your bodies to grip his cock, guiding the tip to your soaked cunt. He drags the head over your folds and up to your clit, circling the nub until your legs are shaking. “Don’t make me wait,” you practically wail. “Eddie, please.”

Needy and insistent as you had been, you’re still caught off guard when he fucks himself into you, spearing you with his cock in one heavy thrust. You gasp and whine and shake, legs instinctively wrapping around the thin taper of his waist. 

Best of all is that you can tell Eddie’s enjoying himself, too. When he sinks in to the hilt, balls flush against your ass, you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, each pulse sending a new gush of arousal from your cunt. He’s holding himself up on his arms, which dig into the mattress on either side of your head. His hair falls in your face, tickling your cheeks, and when he looks into your eyes, he looks wrecked. There’s a part of you that relishes in having him like this - relishes in how wrong it is. The lewd sounds of your cunt sucking him in go right to your head, clouding your mind with lust and pushing you ever-closer towards an inevitable second orgasm. 

“Look at me,” Eddie hisses when he catches you with your eyes shut, brow furrowed. His hand curls around your jaw as he cups your chin, and you open your eyes again to find him panting open-mouthed while he fucks you faster, harder, deeper. “G-god, fuck, this pussy’s made for me. It’s mine now, you know that?” 

Eddie’s words make you see stars. You nod, digging your heels into his ass to encourage him closer to you. He lowers himself further down, your bodies warm and smooth against one another, all to the ceaseless sounds of his cock splitting you open again and again. 

But nodding isn’t enough of an answer for him. “Say it,” Eddie spits, quickening his pace. His hips slam into you ruthlessly, but it feels incredible, his cock brushing up against the spot inside of you that makes your body light up with pleasure. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” you sputter, blinking rapidly, “It’s y-yours.”

“That’s right, good girl.” Eddie’s hand tightens around your jaw; the pad of his thumb digs into your chin. And it certainly does feel like he’s claimed ownership of you, his full weight bearing down on your body, his cock gliding smoothly in and out of your drenched pussy. Consumed with the need to come again, you cant your hips further upward, relishing in the inconsistent drag of Eddie’s pubic bone against your neglected clit. You pull him in for another kiss, though it’s more like you’re devouring each other, all tongue and teeth and spit. Faintly, you taste yourself on his tongue. 

“Eddie,” you gasp between bruising kisses, “Wanna come again, please–”

“Mm, fuck, princess - yeah, you deserve it.” He nips at your lower lip, and you can feel his hand leave your throat to slip between your legs; the backs of your knees are sweating, you realize, flushes of heat shuddering through your body. The ruddy pads of his fingers dance over your clit, drawing teasing circles over it as he drills his cock into you. It takes everything in you to hold back a scream when, finally, you feel your orgasm crash into you, ripping the air from your lungs and leaving you writhing, gasping, trembling beneath Eddie’s form. 

And he doesn’t give you much time to recover, his hand leaving your cunt but not the ruthless length of his cock. He’s fucking you harder now, if anything, the movements of his hips growing more imprecise as he nears his own end. You clench around him once, twice - he grunts at the sensation, your slick walls closing in on him, pleasure building and building until it finally snaps. Eddie slams his hips forward one last time, the warmth of his cum spilling deep in your cunt. You’d never particularly enjoyed it before, men finishing inside you - it was more of a mess than anything. But this is different; the sensation of being so full makes your stomach flip, pleasure still seeping through you to the very marrow of your bones. 

When Eddie finally finds the strength to pull out of you, you unleash a low whine at the loss. He hears it, though, chuckling under his breath before he sits back on his heels to look at you. “I’ve gotta go, babe, I’m sorry. My wife’ll be home soon.”

His wife. You’d nearly forgotten, so wrapped up in your own ecstasy that you’d let yourself imagine him staying the night. Waking you up in the morning with his mouth on your cunt, his fingers in your twitching walls. 

If your disappointment shows, Eddie doesn’t say anything. 

“I’ll see you around, sweetheart,” he says. His eyes shift to your still-spread legs, his cum slowly seeping out of you and onto the mattress beneath you. A glimmer of mischief lights up his expression, and he moves to dip two fingers into your cunt, curling them until he can collect a healthy bit of his own cum. 

“Here,” he mutters. He hovers over you, lowering his cum-soaked fingers into your waiting mouth, humming in appreciation when you close your lips around him and suck. He tastes musky and sour, and you can even taste the distant sweetness of your own cum. You lick his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he purrs, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, watching him gather his clothes and dress himself again. He fixes his hair in the mirror beside your bed, then gives you one last smug smile before he’s disappearing from your doorway. 

You hear him getting back into his boots. The front door slams shut a moment later, the silence of your bedroom somehow deafening.

[munsoner]

...i upgraded the damn account.

for this.

i'm never gonna be the same. hella 18+ wear headphones i beg.

[munsoner]

𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's not expected of the head cheerleader to go to the run-down bar to watch eddie munsons' band. but it's also not expected of the two of you to ever meet. and what can eddie do, ignore his number one fan?

fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, smut, blow jobs, messy make-outs, oral sex (fem and male receiving), fingering, teasing, cum eating, unprotected piv, Eddie kind of having a corruption kink but when does he never

Friday nights. That’s when they play. Leather jackets, smudged eyeliner, voices all yelling in harmony as they play for their usuals, you included. Sometimes they were a bit off beat, or just completely forgot the lyrics, but it didn’t stop you from coming back every week, soda in hand as you giggled at their funny antics before and after the show. 

And you’d also be lying to yourself if you thought that the only reason you were coming was because of their little jokes. Because deep down you knew that the lead guitarist had caught your eye ever since you first saw him. 

You couldn’t lie, Eddie Munson was just irresistible.

And yes, by your school, (and society’s) standard, Eddie Munson was supposed to be untouchable, and not in a good way. You were supposed to avoid him like the plague, pretend like his sort never existed, and get along with your day. He was satanic, or so your mother would say as she angrily chopped her vegetables, and was the leader of your highschools so-called “cult”.

You called bull, but you knew it would take a lot more than logical thinking to convince the town of Hawkins that the Hellfire Club didn’t exactly keep true to its name.

So after a lucky mistake, you found yourself searching for cheap food and stumbled across the mangy bar, not expecting to find your school's most decorated student riffing on his electric guitar.

Unlike you, Eddie could still recall that night almost like it happened yesterday. It was rather crowded, meaning that there were more than five people filling the empty seats as he introduced the band and what they were going to sing. His eye scanned the crowd, almost like they almost did, but they stopped, widening for a second in recognition.

“This song's a cover from the one and only…” He trailed off, his hand wrapped around the microphone loosening when he saw you sitting in the crowd, Hawkins High’s golden girl, still in your cheer uniform from practice as he stammered, getting a hold of himself as he cleared his throat and mumbled out a quiet; “Black Sabbath.”

He thought that maybe you were here for a date, but you looked relatively cheery for being there by yourself, giving them encouraging claps whenever they’d start a new song, obviously enjoying your time as you munched on the complimentary chips. 

Eddie thought it was strange, sure, but he figured that you came that night out of ennui. But you kept reappearing every Friday, getting familiar with the people as you stayed up to midnight to listen to them sing. He knew that while he tried to convince himself that this band was going places, he knew that they weren’t professional or all that good; so you must have been really bored to come here in your free time.

For him, it was definitely new. Out of all people to keep coming back to their shows, he never would have bet his money on you. You who always kept your shoes and clothing clean and painted your nails a light baby pink as you walked around school flashing everybody who passed you by a friendly smile.

It eventually became a standard for you to go, though, feeling almost as if it were rude had you been a no-show. Clad in that green skirt, your cheer logo stamped on the jacket as you walked through the door, giving the woman behind the counter a grin as she waved to you.

“May I have a diet coke?” You ask, leaning over the counter as you tap your shoes on the floor in a little beat, “Please?” 

“F’course,” She gave you a kind wink as she slid it over, the drink already prepared because, at this point, everybody knew that you were coming and what you liked to order.

“Thanks Suz,” You pay, pulling out a straw from the holder as you make your way over to your regular spot, drinking a little bit to quench your thirst. You looked around, noting that it was emptier than usual, but maybe this Friday people just weren’t up for metal music and room-temperature beer.

But the more closely you looked, the more confused you got. The stage was empty, which wasn’t unusual, but none of their usual pieces of equipment were up there, instead replaced by a lone maraca resting on a stool. And you were sure that the last time you checked, none of the four members used that instrument.

Your forehead wrinkled in bewilderment, 

“Hey, Suz?” You called out as you turned in your seat, looking over to see him cleaning out a cup, “Are they playing tonight?” 

She opened her mouth to speak but paused as her gaze fell to something behind you, giving you a knowing grin, jutting her chin to something behind you as she went back to cleaning her cup.

“Sorry, but,” You perked in your seat at the familiar voice, glancing back to see Eddie Munson standing right there, hovering over the seat next to you as he gave you an apologetic look, “Gareth’s got carpal tunnel at the moment. Can’t really work any magic on the drums when the hand holding the wand is immobile.”

Your eyes widen for a second, mouth running dry as if the weeks of preparing yourself to just talk to him had fallen short on you. He leaned against your little table, staring at you through furrowed grows as you gaped up at him. 

“Oh…” You swallowed, rubbing nervously at your nose as you gave him an awkward chuckle, “Well, that um, that - that sucks.” And you watch as Eddie grins boyishly at your stammering, clicking his tongue against his teeth. 

“Tell me about it.” 

You feel like your heart was about to beat out of your chest, the silly little crush that was growing on the boy surely about to be the death of you as you try to adjust yourself to look less gauche. It was stupid, really, just how minuscule you felt under his gaze, and even when he’d walk by you could feel your body heat up. You watched through nervous eyes as he silently motions to the empty seat next to you, a quiet question as you slowly nod.

“Fortunately, Per said he’d fill in on the, uh…” He motioned his hands to the maracas, “Cha-cha instruments.” A small giggle falls past your lips as you snort into your drink, some of the soda splashing on your cheeks as Eddie grins in triumph. 

“Per?” 

“Yeah, well, his name’s Casper but…” He shrugged, his nose wrinkling, “I can’t say that name without thinking of Casper the friendly ghost.” And your already contagious smile grows as you lean a bit on the table, your hand rubbing at the little beads of water falling down the sides of your drink.

He stared at you for while you took another tentative sip, your fingers drumming on the table as you rubbed at your nose. Yeah, he thought, you were really pretty up close.

“So…” You bit your lip as you tried to think of what to say, your leg bouncing up and down as you looked up at him, “When do you think you’ll be able to play?”

Eddie couldn’t help but feel his lips tilt upwards at your genuine curiosity, pursing his lips as he tried to think. 

“A week, maybe two. Don’t sweat on it, Gareth’s got abnormal healing time.” 

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to contain your smile. You glance away as you twirl the straw around in your drink, the afternoon sun lighting up your features as Eddie stares at you, unknowingly. He couldn't help it. He thought you’d be off-put by him, giving him a short answer as you slowly pretended like he didn’t exist, but he wasn’t prepared to be bombarded with the same treatment you give everybody else.

“What about you?” He sits up in his seat at the question as you take another sip, looking him in the eyes as you wait for an answer. 

“What about me?” He says through a little laugh, tilting his head to the side as you duck your chin down in embarrassment, heat flooding your cheeks under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Your fingers,” You muttered as you pointed to his hand, “Don’t they hurt? With playing the guitar and all?” 

He looked down at his fingertips, the little indents from the guitar strings still there even after days of not playing, but he waves it off. 

“Soak them in ice-cold water right afterward and don’t feel a thing,” He pauses, scratching his chin, “Might be because my fingers go numb from the cold, but it works.” You laugh again, the sound sweet and soft as a bell as your eyes wrinkle around the edges, your cheeks pulled up in the fullest way and he can’t help but understand why everybody at the school loved you so much.

“Y/n.” You say, sticking out your hand, your palm facing the left as you sit up a bit straighter in your seat. Eddie huffs, his hand grasping yours as shakes it lightly, his fingers lingering on the back of your hand.

“Eddie.” He mirrors and you give him a sheepish smile, embarrassed as you nod. 

“I know. I’ve been coming here, and it’s-” You swallowed as your fingers fiddled with each other, “It’s hard to miss your name.” 

Eddie contains a grin, cocking a brow at you as he interlaces his hands together, leaning back in his seat as he rubs at the corner of his eyes, the little dimples on the sides of his face about to make an appearance as you wait for him to say anything.

“Yeah,” He shakes his head in disbelief as he lets out another chuckle, “Yeah it’s kinda hard to believe that if I’m being totally honest.” 

Your little smile falls as concern fills in.

“Hard to…believe?” 

He nods, his curls bouncing as he tucks some of his loose hair behind his ear, fidgeting with some of his rings as he clicks his tongue, leaning into the table as you nervously sip on your drink.

“Well, the golden girl of Hawkins High just never really struck me as the type of person to…enjoy metal music, with the, y’know…” Eddie explains as he imitated pom-poms and you roll your eyes as you twirled the ice around, watching as the bubbles of carbonation rose to the top and popped.

“You guys do play a lot of Ozzy for die-hard metal fans. I’d prefer a bit of Pantera or Anthrax but,” You shrugged, never breaking eye contact as you take a sip, “I guess I’m just not into it as much as you are.”

Eddie almost choked on his spit, his eyes widening as you innocently looked up, a teasing smile on your face as you soaked in his reaction. Fuck, he was a total goner now. The biggest fool to underestimate just how much a grasp you could have on him in seconds because you knew his music. Knew it well enough that he could barely think of a witty comeback that could save him from this embarrassment. And you were easily using that as leverage against him.

He hated how he thought that maybe he could twist you over, see just what you were up to because surely you couldn’t be coming to their gigs out of enjoyment. But maybe he was being small-minded, and maybe that small-mindedness was coming back to bite him.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He rubbed at his chin, perplexed by you who was sitting right there in front of him.

“I like keeping people on their toes.” 

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief as your hands fiddled with the delicate necklace you wore, moving the pendant around as Eddie tried his best to keep his eyes glued onto your face. But he felt as though you were teasing, maybe even testing him as his gaze dropped a bit, his eyes glazing over as you smirked consciously. 

“Wanna see it?” He asks suddenly, and your brows instantly furrow in confusion. Eddie seemed to have been snapped out of his trance, happy to know that he caught you off-guard with his question.

“See what, Munson?” Though it could have been a genuine question, heat crawled up his neck as you used his last name, something ne never realized could sound so sweet falling off your tongue, and it took him an embarrassing couple of seconds to remember what the original question even was. 

He stammered, and you tilted your head to the side, worried for him as he cracked his fingers, “The vessel that carries sound to showcase all that is good and holy with the world.” And damn you were fast to figure out what he meant because you waved off his exaggerated speech with a hand, your fingers grazing him as your shoulder shook with laughter. 

“You mean your guitar?”

“Sure, if that’s what they’re calling it these days.” 

Rolling your eyes you let out another giggle, ducking your head as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt, never expecting your little interaction with Eddie to go this far as he sat there waiting for your answer. 

“Depends. Where is she?” Eddie smiles at your wording. 

“This place is very accommodating to its attendees. She’s still in the backroom.” You purse your lips, your eyes giving away your pure excitement as you shrug unbiasedly, but Eddie could tell that you had already given in to his offer. 

“Show the way,” You say, standing up from your seat as you pass Suz your empty cup, pulling at your skirt and uniform as you wait for him, “Rockstar.”

Eddie quietly groans, his eyes shutting for a second as he covers it up with a lame cough, missing the way you smiled triumphantly to yourself. Eddie muttered a couple of things to Suz, throwing her a thumbs up as the old lady sighed, shaking her head as she went back to cleaning the cups. 

You felt a lingering warmth on your back, tentative and unsure as Eddie looked down at you, his doe eyes almost worried that you’d quickly change your mind and leave. But you just looked back up at him, almost defiantly as you squirm around, impatient as you wait for him to show the way.

“This way,” He jutted his chin towards one of the back doors, maneuvering around the sea of chairs and tables as he trailed a bit in front of you, opening the door with a happy little grin, seeing that they still hadn’t locked it yet.

You followed him down a small halfway, stopping at another door as he jiggled the knob around, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Partially because he knew his guitar was in there and didn’t want to go through the trouble of breaking down another door to get it.

The room was cramped, with a tiny little couch up against one wall, a mirror, and a chair facing you as you looked around in curiosity. You saw Eddie head for a black case resting on the couch, and you quietly shut the door behind you, a little bit awkward as you wondered to yourself what you were doing.

“There she is…” Eddie murmured to himself, gently taking his guitar out while he proudly showed it off, his hands gentle as he watched your face break into a big grin. You walked over, crouching down by the couch to get a closer look. 

“Holy shit,” Your fingers hovered over the gloss, careful not to touch it as you looked at him in approval, “Warlock. You’ve got taste, Munson.” 

Eddie’s heart squeezed his throat in a grip because how could he talk to you now? Knowing that you could dominate over every single field and he’d probably have zero knowledge in comparison to you. 

“Y-yeah, you could say that. Either that or I just hate my savings.” You giggle, shaking your head as you sit back down, careful that your skirt didn’t move that much as your palm ran over the carpet.

“You’re dedicated.” You correct him and Eddie gives you a goofy smile, putting his hair behind his shoulder as he stares at his guitar and then back to you. There was a beat of silence, and you tapped your shoe on the ground, debating on whether or not to tell him something that had been weighing on your mind.

“I have a question.” 

Eddie cocks a brow, stopping as he was mid-putting his guitar back in the case as he looks down with interest.  

“Shoot.” 

“Are you self-taught? Private instructor? Anybody who’s helped you out?” You ask, stammering out as you nervously play with your fingers, bending them back and forward as Eddie huffs out another laugh.

“Self-taught,” His head tilts to the left as a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips, “Why do you ask?” 

You shrug, pouting a bit as you sit on your calves, now in front of him as you glance shyly at his guitar. 

“I’ve been interested, and I don’t really know anybody who can play.” You explain your voice dying off in the end as Eddie just stares, his hands twitching as he squints his eyes at you. 

“There’s a guitar club at school, y’know.” You wave that off, shaking your head in frustration because you’ve already gone back and forth on that very idea. It just didn’t play out well in your mind, joining this late in the year. 

“Who can play well.” 

Even you could now see the bright blush that overtakes his face, he moves his hand to his mouth, rubbing at his chin to keep himself from looking like a total fool as you look up hopefully at him.

“If you’re trying to flatter me, it’s working very well.” He muttered, moving his guitar so that it lay over his lap. He motions for you to move up a bit, and you oblige, standing up as he tries to make room for the two of you on the small couch.

“Yeah?” It felt like the words were sticking to the back of your throat, caught on your tongue as Eddie nodded slowly, eyes darkening as you swallowed thickly. The air was getting hotter and you felt like you could barely breathe. 

“Yeah,” He muttered, his voice as dim as yours moving around in his seat feeling little beads of sweat roll down his neck. 

This was really bad, he told himself over and over as a reminder, you were untouchable. 

But maybe you didn’t seem to wholeheartedly agree with that ideology.

“Eddie?” 

“...yeah?” He loathed how his eyes kept falling down to your lips as if he couldn’t make his feelings any more obvious. You grinned a bit, trying to contain it as you hitched your leg up onto the cushion, your knees touching as Eddie felt his heart lurch around in his chest.

“How far does that flattery go?” He could feel your little puffs of air hitting his cheek, and he just realized how close the two of you were. This wasn’t happening, there was no way he was sitting with the queen of Hawkins High. 

“Far.”

It was comically quick how quickly the two of you advanced, his hands almost moving fast than the speed of light to tug you closer into his chest as if the two of you weren’t close enough. It’s much more different than what the two of you are used to. He liked going fast, to feel your teeth clashing with one another as the two of you begin to run out of air, and the feeling is something that simply encourages him. 

He could taste the chapstick that lingered on your lips, artificially sweet as they always were, but he still moaned helplessly into the kiss because he just couldn’t get enough of it.

Everything about him was driving you crazy; from the way he carefully held your thigh, to his hand smoothing down your skirt from where it had gotten flipped over. He had a cologne wrapped around his neck, and the more you moved onto his lap the more the scent flooded your senses.

 Your hand moved up to his chest, wrapping around his leather jacket for leverage as you slowly pulled away, not missing how his eyes fell for a second in trepidation, worried that he was being too rough and that he’d pushed you away. 

But much to his relief you gave him a small smile, your other hand coming up to his neck, fiddling with the curls of hair as you leaned down just enough so that your noses brushed up against each other. 

“You alright? Too much?” He murmured gently into the skin of your jaw, his lips brushing against your cheek as you shivered in his hold, weakly nodding as you tried to regain some of your dignity. 

“N-no, just fine.” And you knew you were lying to yourself because it wasn’t just fine. You could swear you’ve never been kissed like that ever before. Held so close to somebody this tenderly as if he actually wanted you there.

And before he could even continue you swooped in, some of that confidence from earlier coming into play as Eddie groaned into your lips, biting and nipping at them as they traveled down his jaw to the upper side of his neck, swollen as they attached to his pulse. His hands clenched as you sucked, licking at the spot every now and then as you made your mark on him. 

He was a fucking goner. 

“S-shit, that’s,” His breathing was coming out choppy, and he threw his head back to give you more space, “That’s fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart.” The little pet name fell from his mouth, accidental in nature, but it still managed to give you little butterflies as you smiled a little to yourself.

Your hands mindlessly roamed his chest, ducking under his shirt as your nails grazed the skin of his stomach and you felt it clench underneath you, his uneven breaths cute as you giggled quietly.

His mouth fell open for a second as your fingers palmed at his growing length, his eyes shutting momentarily as he pawed it through the material of his jeans, acting like a total menace as you pressed your thumb deeper into it. 

Eddie went to move, to tell you that you didn’t have to but you shook your head, tugging at his zippers as you glanced up at his beet-red face.

“It’s okay, Munson,” Your fingers tug at the elastic of his boxers, his eyes already giving away his true feelings even though he felt terrible for allowing you to do this, “It’s the least I could do as your number one fan.” You pull his underwear and pants down, his cock springing free as it hits your cheek. You press a quick kiss to the tip, red in color as you clench your thighs at the sheer size of him. Forgetting where you were, you go back to attending to his hard-on, your tongue running up and down his length, spreading the precum on your tongue as he gives up, his head falling back against the wall as he grips tightly at the cushion.

His hands moved on their own, gripping the back of your head as he looked at you, a silent question in his eyes as he asked you if this was okay. When you gave him a faint nod, grinning against his tip he let out another moan, guiding you to where he wanted your mouth. 

Your tongue was so, so hot as it enveloped his cock, wrapping around it as you enveloped him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down with the help of his hand as a flurry of curses followed.

“F-fuck that’s, that’s amazing sweetheart. You’re taking me so well, shit,” He groaned as you suctioned around him, his head almost hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to spring to your eyes as he cooed at your reaction, “You’re fucking amazing, yeah? S-shit, never felt this good before, god. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep d-doing that,” He’s trembling, his thighs shaking as you grip onto them for support. His hands curl around your scalp ever so gently to make sure he doesn't hurt you in the process. 

His eyes glance over to the door, widening when he realized you two had forgotten to lock it, and the sheer thought that somebody could walk in on him fucking your throat sent him into a whining mess. 

“Shit, it’s not even locked,” You don’t bother to care as your hands' pump and down the places your mouth couldn’t attend to, the extra stimulation causing him to see white, “But you want that, huh? Want people to see you getting wrecked? That your makeup’s getting all ruined because you’re my number one fan?” His words make you whine a bit, “S-shit, sweetheart, they’d never guess to see their golden girl on her knees, would they?” The thought of anybody just walking in on your tear-soaked face, eyeliner smudged as it trekked down your cheeks made you moan against him, the vibrations enough to push him over the edge as he spurts all over your tongue, his eye squeezing shut as a low groan escapes his lips. 

“D-damn…” His chest heaved up and down, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he tugs you back up onto his chest, his fingers delicately running up and down the expanse of your arms as he pecks your lips, his thumb swiping at your cheeks to get rid of the tears, “You’re just as much of a freak as I am, huh?” It wasn’t a question so much because the way you smiled against him told him all he needed to know.

“I’m just a very devoted fan, Munson.” You reason with him and he lets out a weary chuckle, his hands roaming up and down your back, flying under your uniform as they travel up your navel. You whine slightly when his calloused fingers find your bra, tugging it down as they flicked your little nubs, smiling at him as you go limp in his hold. 

“Don’t think it’s really fair that I’m basically naked while you’re all clothed up, hm?” He asks, his brows furrowing in mock annoyance, “And as much as I love your little uniform, believe me, I do, can I get this off of you? Please?” His weariness to approach just made you even more desperate, and you dimly nod as you let him slowly remove your top, his hands skimming your sides as you let out an airy giggle at the feeling.

“Sorry,” He whispers, smiling slyly against your lips as his fingers graze the same spot in a faster manner, “Didn’t know you were ticklish.” You shake your head as you let out another laugh, too focused on how he was making you feel, inside and out, to realize he had unclasped your bra in a single flick. However, what you couldn’t miss was how he tensed up a bit, his eyes dropping as his hands cupped your tits, groaning at how soft they felt against his rough skin.

“Can you sit up a bit sweetheart?” His hands moved under your thighs, tugging at the hem of your skirt as he looked at you with those damn eyes, and you nodded again, your words catching in your throat as you struggled to find something to say to him. 

“Y-yeah, here…” You stammered, helping him move the flimsy material off your leg as you tossed it off somewhere to the side. His hand traveled up to cup your ass, squeezing it as you squealed, his curls tickling your bare chest as you fell deeper into his embrace, somewhat aware of how he was careful to take your panties off. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you melted when you saw him place the now-folded clothing somewhere where it wouldn’t get soiled. 

“Don’t know why I waited s-so long.” You breathed out, your huff hitting his neck as he shivered, pulling away to look up at you to see your expression.

“So long for what sweetheart?” His voice was hoarse, coming up to straddle your hips as you squirmed around on his dick, the two of you groaning slightly at the feeling, almost forgetting to answer him as he rubbed against your swollen clit.

“To just talk to you, Eddie, to do this…fuck,” And the way you muttered his name, coaxing it out of your honeyed mouth made him almost go feral. Alongside the way you were grinding on him, he felt like he was slowly losing his mind. 

“Don’t know either,” He kissed your neck, his wet lips trailing down to the crevice of your collarbone, his nose rubbing against your soft skin still scented with your perfume as the smell infiltrated his senses, “Seems weird coming from my number one fan, no? Where’s the devotion, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, laughing as your head tilts back, the sound so genuine and pure that Eddie can’t help but feel his lips tug upwards to a gentle smile. 

“You’re shameless Munson. Downright shameless.” 

“D’you want me to stop then?” His fingers pinched your nipple, tugging on it as you wrung your eyes shut. 

“N-no, don’t…just,” Your face heated up in embarrassment as he laughed again, his hand trailing down your stomach to find our mound as you sighed out in relief, the final gratitude you had been waiting for awarded as his thumb found your clit,” Y-yeah, perfect.” 

Eddie laughed, dragging his thumb up and down your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth as your head fell into the crook of his neck, sweat lining your forehead and lips as you sucked onto his skin, not wanting him to hear your wanton moans as his finger rubbed against your slick entrance. He prodded at the skin of your inner thigh, teasing and testing the waters as he looked up for your approval. You gave him a small nod, your breath hitching as his cold rings dragged up the burning sensation of your pussy, something you longed for him to do again even though the first time was a total accident. 

“You’re so wet, f-fuck,” He muttered, eyes in a trance as he watched his fingers disappear inside your pussy, groaning instantly at the way you clamped down needily on him, his fingers coming out glistening each time he went back to pump them in, “And so tight, fuck, let me know if it hurts, yeah sweetheart?” You nod limply against him, your hands cradling his neck, afraid to let go and become a total mess as he finger fucked you.

“Mhm…” You hummed, your hot lips pressing up against him, your hands playing and tugging on his curls as he huffed out a groan, “Fuck, f-faster Eddie, it feels so g-good, mm!” Your eyes snap open when he adds another finger, his thumb still on your clit as you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Shhh,” He said, clamping his free hand over his mouth as you rid his hand, his palm glistening with your essence as he kisses your forehead the act too innocent and sweet for the way he was ruining you, “Don’t want others to hear…do you?” He tilted his head, his answer rhetorical as you shook your head, not even knowing what you really wanted, “Or maybe you do…want people to hear the way you’re being absolutely fucking ruined, yeah? To see their little cheerleader soaked?”

He adds in his third finger, stretching you out, his motions never seizing and you feel like you're about to burst all on his hand when he stops. Your eyes snap open, whining as your climax dies down, and Eddie can only offer you a grin as he carefully slides you off of him, falling to the food as he lets you get comfortable on the couch as he lewdly spreads your legs open for him, his eyes darkening as he takes in your wet pussy. 

“Fuck,” He moaned, whining as he glances up at you, “You’re so fucking pretty.” And it really shouldn’t make you heat up in the way that it did after everything he’s done to you, but you can’t help the warmth that quickly spreads through your chest.

He kisses your thighs, all the way up to your pulsing cunt as he smiles against your clit, giving little licks to the nub as your legs shake in his vice grip. 

“F-fuck, Munson, h-holy shit…” You can barely speak as he continues, replacing his mouth with his finger as his tongue moves down to your pussy, his nose nudging at your folds as your words edge him on. 

You move against his face, your wetness staining his lips and chin as you grind up and down, his tongue working at a faster pace than your hips can go as you tug his head even impossibly closer to your heat, guiding him where you wanted him most as he kneads the meat of your thigh.

His tongue is so skilled, his finger working on your clit as your climax quickly approaches and it’s not long until your back is arching on the sofa, your eyes squeezed shut as you see white, gushing all over his pretty face as your chest heaves with labored breaths. 

When he pulls away you can see the sick that lines his face, glowing in the dim light of the room as you sling your arm over your face in embarrassment, groaning as he laughed, pulling himself up by the arm of the couch as he pecks your lips, his thumbs rubbing at your cheeks as he tries to coax you to let him see you. 

“There you go,” He murmurs, fingers hovering over your cheekbones as he sees your fucked out and embarrassed smile, “Prettiest eyes in the goddamn world.” You turn your head to the side, swatting at his chest as he laughs along to your adorable reaction. 

“You’re a lot of bark no bite,” You whisper, turning back so that you were facing him, your fingers trailing around his chin and jaw, pulling him closer as you kiss him, biting down on his swollen lip as he grunts in surprise, smiling as you run your hands along his back and up to his neck.

“Really?” 

You would have argued with him that he was, that he liked seeing you flustered but did nothing about it but he never let you because he pushed himself into you in one thrust, the size of him making you choke on your words. 

“F-fuck!” Your nails dig into his shoulder, and he hisses at the way you clamp down on him, “E-Eddie! S’big, f-fuck, you’re so big,” You wail, whining as his head falls into your shoulder, kissing your neck in his own form of an apology as his hands steady themselves on your hips.

“No bite, remember?” He murmurs and you would have pushed him at the audacity, but you could barely move as he slowly began to pull out of you, his tip still feeling your flutter around him as he pushes back in, your head thumping against the wall as he holds you tightly to him, moving you up and down on his dick as he pleased.

“S’tight, f-fuck, you’re m-milinkg me right now,” He groaned as he felt your heat wrap around him, the sinful smell of both sweat and sex swirling around your intertwined bodies as he got high off of it all.

His eyes rolled back into his skull in immediate pleasure as your nails left angry marks down his back, your walls fluttering beautifully around him as he continued to fuck you, rough but gentle in a way as he moved one of his hands up to the back of your head so that it didn’t hit the wall.

“Eds, please, please, hmmm…” You whined as he quickened his pace, his cock twitching inside of you as his brow lined with sweat. He watched as he disappeared back inside of you with every thrust, your slick staining his dick as he moaned at the sight. 

“Shit, shit, you’re so fucking hot right now, I’m, oh my fucking god - you’re so tight…” His hands aggressively groped your breasts, and the two of you could feel how he stuttered, his hips faltering as he was getting closer and closer to his edge. And with the way you could barely let go of him, your hand trailing down your stomach to circle at your clit, you could feel your seconds release creeping up on you. 

“Eddie! E-Eddie holy fuck, d-don’t stop, please! I’m going to - I’m going to c-cum oh fuck…” And you trialed off as the words slurred, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open as your tongue rolled out, all of it rolling off of you as Eddie pulled out, coming all over your naked chest with a loud groan, falling onto you as the two of you tried to catch your breaths.

Your hand finds its way into his mess of curls, pulling them out of his face as you lean down, cupping his cheeks as you sloppily kiss him, overcome with a mix of euphoria and emotions as he chuckles into it. 

You giggle as he pecks your lips once again, pulling back as he flicks your forehead, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily as he tries to pull his boxers up before he gets another hard-on by just staring at your tits.

“Can’t feel my dick right now.” He murmurs as he steadies himself, not missing how you snorted as he ruined the tender moment. He went to stand up before he momentarily behinds over, kissing your forehead as he smiths out your tears, kissing the corner of your eyes as he looks around the room for your clothes. 

He finds your skirt and then your uniform, his nose wrinkling as he touched the scratchy material, feeling bad that this is what you’d have to wear after he just fucked you. 

“Wait…” He turned around, going to the little closet in the back room, opening it up as he rummaged around old leather jackets and ripped jeans, his eyes widening in happiness as he found a comfortable enough looking shirt, (surely more comfortable than whatever that was).

He turned around to see you already tugging your panties and skirt back up, and he held up his finding, his face gleaming with pride as he waited for you to look up. When you finally did your eyes narrowed in confusion, mid-putting your bra on as your head tilted to the side as he wiggled the shirt around by the hanger. 

“This looks a bit more comfier than your uniform, no?” He says, now nervous that he had taken a step too far into whatever had just happened, his smiling dropping as his hand fell, going to put it back, his mouth opening in an already forming apology before you ran over to him, taking the shirt into your hands as you grinned up innocently at him. 

“You’re such a saint,” You take it from him, setting the hanger back in the closet as you tug the old band shirt over your chest, nodding as you smile contently. This was definitely better than your uniform, “Thanks, Munson.” 

Eddie stammers, nodding his head as he mutters out a quiet no problem, not able to keep his eyes off of you as you try to tug your shoes back on. 

“So…” Your hand's fiddle with each other, looking back to him as you give him an awkward smile, the air around you two heating up as his gaze follows the marks he sucked onto your skin, his bite marks, and everything that wasn’t covered up by the shirt and your skirt almost made him go feral again, “You still owe me a lesson.” 

His brows furrow until he laughs, remembering just what started it all as he nods, tucking his hair behind his hair as he moves around something with the tip of his boot. 

“Yeah, well, for my expertise, it’s gonna cost you, sweetheart. Can’t be giving away my secrets if I’m not getting rewarded for it.” You scoff, rolling your eyes as you play with the hem of your skirt, suddenly away from how soft his eyes looked in the afternoon glow and that he had the most kissable lips you’d ever seen. 

“Oh yeah…?” You laugh, your cheeks tugging up as he mirrors you, the distance between the two of you becomes smaller and smaller as each of you takes a tentative step forward, still new to whatever this was, but still yearning for more. 

“Yeah,” He grinned, twirling his rings around as he shrugged, “Otherwise you’d just be robbing me blind.” 

You smile like an idiot, standing on your toes, your hand cradling his cheek as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a reminder of what had just happened minutes ago as his hand curled to your back, not wanting to let you go even as you slowly pulled away. 

“Think that would count as a downpayment?” 

He pretends to think about it, his hands rubbing the back of your neck as he slowly nods. His rings clink against each other as they rub against your flaming skin, working both to cool you down but also rile you back up. 

“It’s a start.” 

“I’ll take it, hellfire.” And he smiles against your lips at the nickname, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he wonders who he appeased that’s working up there to give him such a miracle, to have you the most sought-out girl in your high school to be giddily laughing away in his arms as though you two had known each other for long. You kiss his nose, going to pull away when a loud knock interrupts you, both of you freezing in your spots as your necks snap over to the door.

“Hey, uh - Eddie? Is that you, man? Listen, it’s Casper. My shows in a couple of minutes and I f-forgot my headband there. I told you how it’s my good luck charm, right? A-anyways, I really don’t want to interrupt your hanky-panky time, really. But bro, please, for the love of god, don't have your dick out when I come in."

[munsoner]

do you know any good steddie smut on A03 or tumblr ?

*slides these across the table*

(smut under the cut, mdni, read the tags, all that)

Sweetest Perfection by beetlesandstars

(read this one today and I haven’t been able to function since)

can you pass this to steve? by thisusernameisunavailable

(this one has a good story and build up too)

Kiss Me (beneath the milky twilight) by Gorgeousgreymatter

(service top steve service top service top steve)

Like a Sack of Bricks by alligator_writes

(this is part of a series and the whole thing is delicious)

relax (lay it back) by wynnyfryd, gorgeousgreymatter

(one of my favorites, the buildup and payoff is just chefs kiss)

The Bartender Was a Trap by MixAddams

(this one. this ONE)

A Question of Lust by Beetlesandstars

(everything this author writes is gold)

go ahead, go way low (in my honey-lovin’ arms) by gorgeousgreymatter

(needy steve. yeah)

the feeling that you give me, wanna give it right back by QueerOnTilMorning

(they’re horny dumbasses in this one and that’s all i need)

also i have a fic rec tag where I’ll usually yell about whatever fic I just read, there’s some smutty tumblr ficlets in there (: